Darby Love Quotes

No matter how she had suffered, Darby hadn’t retreated from life after all. In fact, she’d embraced it. Quietly, carefully, but with dignity and love.

I’m in love with you, Darby,” I said, pressing my lips to her shoulder. “Always have been. And if I had a fucking birth certificate, I’d ask you to marry me right now.

I settled for soothing as many of his hurts as I could with my love. Perhaps if I kissed every square inch of him, if I whispered enough words of love into his skin as I held him as close as humanly possible, it would be a start.

Under the blanket the outline of her body was slender and displayed a certain innocence, a precious quality far more significant than the elegance of her form. She seemed to radiate kindness and essential goodness, and Darby, trying to measure the value of her, told himself it was immeasurable.

Three things in the world banish sorrow⁠—love and whiskey and music.

As Kate fell into the rhythm of Darby’s stride—horse and rider becoming one—she felt her spirits soar. For a little while, with the scenery blurring by, she was no longer Traitor Kate. No longer the girl despised by a kingdom. No longer the girl cast aside by the friend and prince she had once loved. In moments like these, atop a horse and flying over the ground, she glimpsed her old life. She became Kate Brighton again. Daughter of Hale Brighton, master of horse to the high king. She was free. A girl with a future. Someone who mattered.

Unconditional love is bullshit. A trap that lures you in, makes you comfortable, then snaps, breaking you in half. Like hope, it blinds and destroys. Leaves you limping and unprepared for what’s coming right for you.

The idea of having a useless husband sounds like a nightmare.” She had friends who put up with that nonsense. Not her. She wanted a partner, not another child in a grown-up body. He’d always been steady. Present. Supportive. Driven. A little too set in his ways, but a loving dad and husband. As a child of divorce, he fought hard for their marriage. They’d hit rough patches and lived through a painful year filled with yelling and disappointment when they both hated their jobs and their expenses didn’t allow for a change.

I’m sure I’ll still have setbacks, things that trigger a memory that I wasn’t expecting and send me spiraling, but I know that Paul will love me through those times. He’ll hold me while I break down and not judge me for it, close the cabinet doors that I leave open, and only grumble a little when he finds the milk warm on the counter.

I’ll never admit it, but the line between Darby and Violet was once blurred in my own mind. They’re both my ideal woman, though one I created and the other materialized. Seeing the woman I had invented personified was what prompted me to speak to her that first night. If there had never been a Violet, there may never have been a Darby, or an us.

Looking at her was looking at love. A feeling so strange and unknown, yet felt so usual and familiar like he had loved her his entire life.

I love the unknown, and I don't want to know the facts or the truth, because if you know everything, there would be no mystery.

fragments of happiness we provided each other. Ours was a love story that had yet to be written but was already outlined to have a tragic ending.

The trouble was that I’d also withdrawn that part of myself from those who loved and cared for me. I’d become so good at shielding it, that even when the threat was over, I hadn’t known how to allow anyone to scale its fortifications. And until I’d been able to do so, until I’d been willing to let those internal walls be breached, I couldn’t truly heal.

You’re a freak for enjoying it. He didn’t want you to touch him but you did it anyway. Monster. No one will ever want you. No one will love you.

I hate myself, so how can anyone want to be around me, much less love me?

I don’t know when it changed from I could love you to I love you but I can’t argue with myself.

Seeking help from God means, in part, remembering who he is and who you are to him. Your oppressor would like you to believe that you are not worthy of Jesus’ love and redemption. Your spouse’s criticism, threats, and mockery are a profound betrayal. You have endured a horrendous kind of tearing down and shaming when the messages you receive from your spouse proclaim your worthlessness. It can be easy to believe the lies when they come from the one closest to you. When you feel unlovable and unworthy, it hard to remember how God sees you. The truth is that when God speaks of you, he rejoices over you. He promises you that “you shall be called by a new name. . . . You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the LORD. . . . You shall no more be termed Forsaken . . . but you shall be called My Delight Is in Her. . . . So shall your God rejoice over you” (Isa. 62: 2–5). Let that sink in for a minute. God says that you are a crown of beauty and that his delight is in you. Bask in the truths of who God says you are. You are precious to him. His voice needs to become louder than the voice of your oppressor.

Don't give up love for what might be, for if you do, you shall never know what could have been.

I hate how books do this to you. They destroy your soul, pick and prod them till the bleed, stab your eyes so you have no choice but cry, yet...” she paused, “yet you cannot help but love them.

Darby O’Gill and the Diddle People?

Loving books is a good thing. A solid thing. Having a big collection of good ones is important, or at least it seemed that way on every single day until you moved, and then it seemed like one of the worst ideas you ever had.

You make me want to go out on a boat and paint light on a river

Today I had a lovely afternoon nap in the Melbourne cemetery. Just practising.

His throat grew tight when he thought of how close he’d come to losing her. Rose was his friend, his love, his everything. He recalled something she’d said at Everleigh. Often our greatest teachers are the ones who cause us the most pain. Now he understood Cassandra’s lesson. She had shown him all that love was not. Only now could he appreciate the value of sacrifice. Now he could appreciate the beauty of true love.

You’re my ‘it for me’ person. You were my first love. Then, the one who got away. Now, you’re my ‘it was always you.’ And it doesn’t matter what happened in between, because you’re gonna be my forever person too.” He cups my face, bringing his mouth to mine. “You’re my once-in-a-lifetime kind of love, Darby.

I like both. I like boys, and I like girls. Actually, I like everyone.” “Everyone?” Darby asked. “Some people don’t grow up feeling like a boy or a girl,” Clover said, speaking from experience. “Some people grow up feeling like a person. I don’t feel binary about the whole thing. I’m open to all sorts of love.

Bunny wants to be loved. She just doesn’t know how because everyone she’s ever loved has hurt her. Don’t hurt her, Hunter. Or I’ll have to kill you.

My articles are written in a way that endears my alter ego to the public, painting her as a vigilante, exposing the filth of her victims. Wrenley, though—he writes like he wants the world to fall in love with her.